Hearths of Fire (3 page)

Josh stopped what he was doing, much to her annoyance, but it was to shed his straining briefs and take out a condom from the back pocket of his discarded shorts. Not wanting to delay their satisfaction any longer than was necessary, Catori rose to stand over him while he rolled on the latex. He’d situated himself once more with his back to the couch. The second he was protected, she took over and settled a knee on either side of him. He immediately tried to kiss her, but she pulled her head back just in time. She then grabbed the back of his head and pressed his face against her neck, needing some form of contact but just not the kind he wanted.

Catori reached between them with her other hand and held his cock so that she could sink down and take what she wanted. The fullness created was overwhelming and she held still so she could savor the feeling. When his hands reached between them, catching each nipple in between his thumb and finger, she relished at the slight sting. It felt so fucking good.

“That’s it,” Catori muttered, urging him on. The pain compelled her further and she used her knees to lift up. Her movement caused his cock to be pulled from her pussy, but she slammed back down onto him for the extra pressure. Pleasure engulfed her, spurring her into action. “Fuck.”

Josh didn’t let go of her nipples, but instead started rolling and pulling on them, giving her exactly what she needed. She continued to take him inside of her, almost a little too brutally, but it felt too damn good to stop. Her clit was striking his pubic bone with each collision, driving her back into that abyss she craved. The softness of his tongue on her neck was in direct contrast of every other awareness and muddled up her senses.

Catori slammed onto him over and over, holding onto his shoulders for leverage and greedily taking the gratification that he was giving her. It wasn’t like he wasn’t receiving any himself; therefore it was the perfect exchange. When his cock swelled, indicating his impending release, it triggered something inside of her. She dug her fingers into his solid muscles while she followed him over. The physical satisfaction tore through her, but unfortunately left her hollow on the inside. She rested her forehead against his right shoulder, attempting to catch her breath. He stroked her back, and although he had to know what was coming he didn’t make it awkward.

“Thank you,” Josh murmured, tenderly kissing her temple. It was so opposite of what they’d just participated in that Catori found his gentleness hard to endure. It did give her the energy to pull away. She lifted herself off of him as gracefully as she could, snatching up her shirt that was lying on the couch. His deep voice caught her off guard. “Here.”

Josh was holding up her panties with a small smile, indicating he knew when he’d overstayed his welcome. Catori felt herself softening toward his young charming grin and did her best to return it. She slipped on her Fox and Rose black silk French cut panties, covering herself. Widening the neck of her T-shirt, she drew it over her head while capturing her long black hair, pulling it from underneath the fabric.

“I’m leaving tomorrow afternoon,” Catori stated, feeling the need to spell things out. She didn’t even know his last name, not that she wanted to. It was easier this way. No mess. “I appreciated the…company.”

“The feeling is mutual,” Josh said, his soft laughter filling the air as he stood up, oblivious to his naked stature and started to put on his clothes. Catori would have been made of stone not to appreciate his muscular body and the way his skin contained a healthy golden hue that was recognizably from the sun and not his heritage. She realized that his shirt must have been left in the bedroom and she quickly retrieved it. He must have taken care of the condom because by the time she got back to the living room he was standing there waiting for her. He took the shirt from her hands, his fingers purposefully brushing against hers. “If you’re ever back in town, you can usually find me at Joe Pop’s Shore Bar.”

Catori had met Josh at the lively nightspot, so it didn’t come as a surprise that he was a regular. She didn’t bother asking what he did for a living. More than likely she wouldn’t see him again after tonight. It was highly doubtful that he would be here, seeing as he didn’t strike her as the type to stay in one place for too long. Once he was dressed, he gave another charismatic smile while waiting on a cue from her.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Catori replied, leading the way to the door. She pulled on the knob and kept her hand on it, leaning her head against the edge of the wood as she watched him walk out onto the porch. “Josh?”

He didn’t turn around until he’d sprinted down the three battered greying steps. When he did, his appearance in the moonlight seemed younger than what he was, striking a chord in her heart. Josh had the world waiting on him and she wished him nothing but the best. Wanting to say more to him but knowing that would only delay the inevitable, she said the only two words that meant anything.

“Thank you.”

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“N
o, Catori… thank
you.”

Catori didn’t stay where she was to watch Josh leave. Instead she closed the door and then once again leaned her head back onto the hard surface of the allegorical exit. Nothing that had taken place in the last hour, or last night even, had changed her or given her the peace of mind she thought she’d get. In fact, having meaningless sex with someone as sweet and young as Josh had left her feeling somewhat dejected. Pushing herself off what they referred to in the Corps as the
Endex
, she threw the deadbolt, not that it would keep anyone out if they were determined to get in. What she needed was a hot shower, hoping like hell it washed away this pitiful solitude.

Catori made her way through the living room and into the small bedroom. The older furniture in here wasn’t any better than what was throughout the house. A mattress with sheets, one bedside table, and a dresser consisted of the boudoir, but considering she’d slept on a fold out canvas cot most of her time in the field, she wouldn’t complain. Plus, this house held a place in her heart that no five-star hotel could ever take.

Catori spun the knob for the water, doing her best not to mull over the fact that she’d just brought a man into a special place that had been only hers and Red’s. She peeled off her clothes and waited for the water to steam before stepping underneath the plentiful lines of water. She faced the showerhead, letting the hot beads rain down over her body. She hadn’t stopped to think that bringing Josh here would sully her memories with Red. She’d just wanted to feel something, anything other than this tortured seclusion she’d done to herself.

Tears were now mixing with the water and Catori was unable to stop them. She would have thought that she had no more, but the grief would always hit her out of nowhere and produce more. She didn’t want more, but whenever she tried to prevent them they continued in droves. Now was no different. She’d ruined their special place. What would Red think of that? Whether on purpose or without thought, she’d sullied their memories and she would never get them back.

Catori leaned on the shower wall as the reality of what she’d done sank in, lowering herself to the floor as sob after sob wracked her body. She placed her arms around her legs and rested her forehead on top of her knees as she tried to breathe. Why did he leave her? Why didn’t he fight harder to stay alive? Why hadn’t she been there to save him or at least be taken with him? This was the worst punishment imaginable, being left alone with no one to share her pain. There wasn’t a day that passed that she hadn’t wondered what she’d done to deserve this sentence of loneliness. She’d never again feel his hands on her body. She’d never get to taste his lips or hear him sing in the shower. She’d been abandoned.

The ill-fated phone call echoed through Catori’s mind as if it were happening now. The words saying that Red and the team hadn’t checked in at the designated time had been a blow, but she’d never once considered they’d been killed. She would have felt it—an icy claw around her heart. Once the twelve-hour mark had passed and then the twenty-four hour check had come and gone, she’d reached out to some officials she’d had contact with at the State Department. She’d scrambled for days to figure out a way into the hostile territory, but some kind of incident had provoked the combatants. Thinking she’d be better off to use whatever resources she’d had through Red Starr HRT’s contacts, it wasn’t until later that she’d realized going in herself would have provided her more answers.

No survivors. Fire had been exchanged, along with grenades, mortars, and artillery. The village had been burned to the ground. Decimated. Nothing of value was left, so the bodies had been thrown into a mass grave, burned and then what remained had been buried. These phrases were said over and over until Catori had thrown up the contents of her stomach. She hadn’t known one could get physically ill over grief, but she’d experienced it firsthand. She went into denial for the longest time, using every resource available for more confirmation. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

“Why, Red?” Catori whispered hoarsely, leaning her head back against the ceramic tile. “Why would you leave me here alone?”

She knew it was unfair of her to ask such a question. It wasn’t like he’d had a choice and it sure as hell wasn’t like he was going to answer. Her chest hurt from the pain and there wasn’t a single moment that went by when it wasn’t there. She’d learned to live with it but would have given anything to have it go away. The only person who could do that was Red and he wasn’t here anymore. He would never be here. He wasn’t ever coming back.

Had he thought of her in those last few moments? Had he called out her name? The one uncertainty that constantly whirled around in her mind was if he’d suffered. How long had it been before he’d stopped breathing, thus ending his suffering? The questions never stopped and they haunted her every night, triggering nightmares of artillery strikes that were beyond her conception.

Catori wasn’t sure how long she’d been sitting in the ceramic tub of the shower, but the chill of the water finally registered. She rose to her knees and grappled with the handle, trying to turn it off. She used the knob to help her stand and tried to wipe away the tears. Shivering and trying to stop her teeth from chattering, she opened the shower door and saw the pitiful reflection of herself in the mirror.

Catori didn’t know the woman who stared back at her. Her Native American heritage was evident in her long black hair, bronze skin, and dark brown, almost black eyes. She now resembled an apparition of who she once was. Her hair was nowhere near the vibrant shiny black it was in its natural state. It hung in strands as if she were deathly sick. The skin under her eyes looked haunted and her cheeks had become gaunt. As for her eyes, there was no soul present—black as a pit. It had departed this earth the moment she’d heard her husband had left her alone.

Not bothering with a towel, knowing there was no warmth to be had there, Catori exited the bathroom and walked across the room. She opened a window to allow some of the humidity inside and could just make out the sound of the waves as they continued to crash onto the sand. She was glad she hadn’t turned on a light in the bedroom as she made her way to the bed. She curled up in the middle of the mattress, hugging one of the pillows tight against her chest.

Catori knew she couldn’t go on like this. She’d come to the realization that bringing another man here might have been her way of letting go. Subconsciously, that was. She’d been lost for so long that she wasn’t sure of anything anymore. Exhaustion settled over her, but sleep was elusive as usual. No matter how many times the plaguing questions came to the forefront there were never any solutions.

As Catori’s muscles finally loosened enough and her chills subsided, her thoughts finally drifted to the folder that was sitting in the living room. Did she have it in her to start over? As physically exhausted as she was now, she wasn’t certain if she was up to the task. If she took that step she would have to be intimately involved with each and every hostage rescue mission that took place. Never again would she put herself in the position of hearing through back channels or secondary comms that her team hadn’t made it out—that her husband wasn’t coming home.

Catori stared out through the sheer curtains, catching glimpses of the moonlight as the clouds rolled through underneath. Had today’s events been a sign? Was Red somewhere out there looking out for her, knowing she’d reached her limit? Again, questions that would forever remain unanswered. She promised herself that come morning she would look at the dossiers that Crest had put together for her. Whether or not she carried through with the task ahead was another matter altogether. One thing was for certain…if she were to direct another team, she would never change the name. Red Starr HRT would always and forever carry the title of her husband, for he would always remain
yah-ik-tee
.

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